at the final round, another elimination round would be conducted to determine the winner.
"Let the competition begin. Round one, computation. Find the numeric digits from the one-thousandth to one-thousandth and fifth decimal place of pie," Zorak announced. All the robots cleared round one successfully.
"DATA, what's the answer?" Melissa asked.
"£?/XP!"
"Oh gosh."
"Round two, levitation. Contesting robots are to fly above Fontasia's atmosphere. Satellites have been put in orbit to monitor how high you can go," Zorak announced. Robot Super99 failed this round while the others cleared successfully.
"Round three, sensor power. Contesting robots are to generate a sensor beam able to penetrate a ten-metre thick lead wall," Zorak announced. Robot Power888 failed this round. Beebo and SAR22 made it to the final round.
"Round four, weapon power. Contesting robots are to fire a laser beam able to penetrate a ten-metre thick diamond wall," Zorak announced. Beebo failed this round.
"I declare Robot SAR22 to be the winner of 'Best Robot of the Year' contest. The award will be presented during Praise Giving which will be held in this compound tomorrow night. All of you are invited to attend," Zorak announced finally.
"DATA, why did Beebo lost in the final round of competition?" Melissa asked.
"Robot SAR22 can make two additional clones of itself. Hence, its fire-power is tripled."
"Oh gosh."
On the following night, a full moon was shining brightly in the sky. Some glittering stars were visible in the distant sky. There was no wind and only some insect cries could be heard. The Temple of Azura looked like an inverted, elongated funnel and seemed to exude an air of mystery around it. A statue of a gigantic phoenix two hundred metres tall stood not too far behind the temple. This statue sat in the middle of a circular fire-pit about fifty metres in diameter. The Epsilon Phoenix had widespread wings and head lifted up towards the sky and a tail which fanned out behind adding beauty to its majestic frame. A small volume of flammable liquid filled the fire-pit up till knee-level, waiting to be lit at the right moment. About twenty metres further away from the fire-pit stood four brick columns fashioned like torches, each about one hundred metres tall. These torch columns were placed in such a way that they formed the four corners of a square.
A big stage was set for Praise Giving, about fifty metres away from the fire-pit. A row of chairs was placed onstage with a semi-circular backdrop beautifully decorated with Fontasian mythical figures. Multi-coloured lights on the circumference of the backdrop flashed from one end to the other in different patterns. A large crowd of Fontasians had already gathered. All the males had short hair while the females had their hair plaited and adorned nicely on their head.
A short while passed, when the Master of Ceremony walked up onto the stage. He was a handsome Fontasian dressed in a flowing green robe. He walked to the centre of the stage and stood facing the crowd. Slowly, he extended his right hand and a ball of fire formed above the fire-pit. This fire ball quickly divided into five smaller balls, four of which flew in different directions to light up the four torch columns and the last one dropped into the fire-pit below. A raging big fire was ignited. The whole compound was illuminated as bright as day by the torch fires.
At the scheduled time, a row of dignitaries walked up onto the stage. Each of them took up their designated seats, leaving one chair in the centre empty. A short interval passed before a longhorn sounded, signalling the arrival of the Overlord. The Overlord was the Ruler of Fontasia and controlled the land, air and sea. He arrived by levitation, descending gracefully from the sky and sitting on the empty seat reserved for him. He wore a beautifully carved emerald crown and held a sceptre in his right hand.
Silence reigned.
The Master of Ceremony addressed the
"Let the competition begin. Round one, computation. Find the numeric digits from the one-thousandth to one-thousandth and fifth decimal place of pie," Zorak announced. All the robots cleared round one successfully.
"DATA, what's the answer?" Melissa asked.
"£?/XP!"
"Oh gosh."
"Round two, levitation. Contesting robots are to fly above Fontasia's atmosphere. Satellites have been put in orbit to monitor how high you can go," Zorak announced. Robot Super99 failed this round while the others cleared successfully.
"Round three, sensor power. Contesting robots are to generate a sensor beam able to penetrate a ten-metre thick lead wall," Zorak announced. Robot Power888 failed this round. Beebo and SAR22 made it to the final round.
"Round four, weapon power. Contesting robots are to fire a laser beam able to penetrate a ten-metre thick diamond wall," Zorak announced. Beebo failed this round.
"I declare Robot SAR22 to be the winner of 'Best Robot of the Year' contest. The award will be presented during Praise Giving which will be held in this compound tomorrow night. All of you are invited to attend," Zorak announced finally.
"DATA, why did Beebo lost in the final round of competition?" Melissa asked.
"Robot SAR22 can make two additional clones of itself. Hence, its fire-power is tripled."
"Oh gosh."
On the following night, a full moon was shining brightly in the sky. Some glittering stars were visible in the distant sky. There was no wind and only some insect cries could be heard. The Temple of Azura looked like an inverted, elongated funnel and seemed to exude an air of mystery around it. A statue of a gigantic phoenix two hundred metres tall stood not too far behind the temple. This statue sat in the middle of a circular fire-pit about fifty metres in diameter. The Epsilon Phoenix had widespread wings and head lifted up towards the sky and a tail which fanned out behind adding beauty to its majestic frame. A small volume of flammable liquid filled the fire-pit up till knee-level, waiting to be lit at the right moment. About twenty metres further away from the fire-pit stood four brick columns fashioned like torches, each about one hundred metres tall. These torch columns were placed in such a way that they formed the four corners of a square.
A big stage was set for Praise Giving, about fifty metres away from the fire-pit. A row of chairs was placed onstage with a semi-circular backdrop beautifully decorated with Fontasian mythical figures. Multi-coloured lights on the circumference of the backdrop flashed from one end to the other in different patterns. A large crowd of Fontasians had already gathered. All the males had short hair while the females had their hair plaited and adorned nicely on their head.
A short while passed, when the Master of Ceremony walked up onto the stage. He was a handsome Fontasian dressed in a flowing green robe. He walked to the centre of the stage and stood facing the crowd. Slowly, he extended his right hand and a ball of fire formed above the fire-pit. This fire ball quickly divided into five smaller balls, four of which flew in different directions to light up the four torch columns and the last one dropped into the fire-pit below. A raging big fire was ignited. The whole compound was illuminated as bright as day by the torch fires.
At the scheduled time, a row of dignitaries walked up onto the stage. Each of them took up their designated seats, leaving one chair in the centre empty. A short interval passed before a longhorn sounded, signalling the arrival of the Overlord. The Overlord was the Ruler of Fontasia and controlled the land, air and sea. He arrived by levitation, descending gracefully from the sky and sitting on the empty seat reserved for him. He wore a beautifully carved emerald crown and held a sceptre in his right hand.
Silence reigned.
The Master of Ceremony addressed the
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